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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 26, 2007 21:38:46 GMT -5
Darkheart's hind legs pushed away the oncoming cat with great strength for such a small feline. As soon as he had done so, he twisted onto his feet, whirling back around to face Dewstar, hoping she wouldn't get the chance to attack him while turning.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 27, 2007 21:20:57 GMT -5
Dewstar was kicked upward, her lithe body whirled in the air, and landed on the ground. Her blue eyes seemed almost bored, the same thing kept happening, he was always on defense! The silver-blue leader readied herself for her next move, she darted forward, keeping low to the ground. She arrived near Darkheart's torso, and outstretched a lean forepaw, trying to knock him from his feet.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 11, 2007 19:27:16 GMT -5
OOC: Ack, sorry! By the way, can she call retreat pretty soon? The battle thread is getting really long and tedious.
Darkheart finished his move just in time, his paw coming forth to meet that of the leader.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on May 15, 2007 20:03:49 GMT -5
*Ya.*
Dewstar growled as she skid backward. She was panting, and her pelt was dull-looking. The she-leader bolted again towards Darkheart, her shoulder aiming for his.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 20, 2007 14:17:06 GMT -5
Darkheart felt the impact in his side, and staggered back slightly. Hoping that the leader herself would be slightly dazed from the collision, he attacked once more with as full a force as his dizzy head would allow. He attempted to sink his claws and teeth into wherever they would latch on, aiming mostly for the neck and shoulder areas.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on May 21, 2007 19:38:30 GMT -5
The she-cat dug her claws into the ground as she also was pushed back. Dewstar shook her head, but it was too late as her enemy hooked onto her neck. She thrashed wildly, attempting to dislatch her attacker.
*Is it okay if you make her lose two lives?*
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 30, 2007 18:29:51 GMT -5
OOC: Yup. Darkheart's teeth aimed to find their mark: The neck of the leader. His claws worked to keep a steady grasp of the writhing leader, his tail swished to help him stay balanced. OOC:  bad post, sorry. |
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Post by rex. on May 31, 2007 17:20:05 GMT -5
ooc: midnight, im sorry to interrupt, but i wanted to remind you about simple and touse's little fight, if you dont mind.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 2, 2007 16:25:53 GMT -5
*Yah, okay. Uhmmm. You can make a thread.*
Dewstar felt his claws digging into her skin. She felt his teeth search for the killing bite and with a lot of effort she ripped her neck from his fangs and stumbled back, blood pouring from the gash in her neck. Her blue vision blanked, and she fell into the bloodstained dirt. She was mortally wounded; a price that would cost her two of her remaining seven lives.
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Post by rex. on Jun 2, 2007 22:31:10 GMT -5
ooc: its back in the old thread remember?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 3, 2007 8:07:47 GMT -5
Darkheart smiled. Now he would be able to see if the rumor about nine lives was true! He stood over the cat, one paw at her neck, just in case it was.
OOC: sry 'bout how awful the post is...
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 4, 2007 20:41:52 GMT -5
The leader's flank rose and fell unsteadily as she lost two lives... Her heart was still pulsing, but she was dieing twice. She couldn't imagene what the horrible Tigerstar had to go through when he was assassinated nine times. She fell into a painful slumber, and woke a moments later.
Dewstar slid out from under her enemy and fled out of her den, into the fray of the battle... She planned to retreat. To who knows where.
*Sorry it's kinda godmoding, but I really wanna get this over with.*
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 4, 2007 20:57:04 GMT -5
OOC: That's fine.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jul 1, 2007 20:55:23 GMT -5
Eyes opened into slits, watching the great leader flee out of the den. They landed carefully on Darkheart for a moment before shutting again. He took control of his fear scent and resumed his "sleeping position." No cat would know anything more than the fact that he had been knocked unconcious in the battle. He would wait a few moments longer before awakening to the victory of the army.
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bad post, sorry.
